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Since this is the last day of April, so this also will be the last entry in this series. This particular poem was first presented to this writer about thirty years ago, but there wasn’t any indication as to who had penned the piece. It wasn’t until about three years ago after reading this wonderful poem again, that this writer finally took the initiative to see if the writer could be ascertained. The internet can be a wonderful tool when such things as the names of writers are finally attributed to their works, which before this had almost been lost to anonymity. This wonderful poem was written by Myra B. Welch who lived from 1877-1959, and the title of her piece is:

‘The Touch of the Master’s Hand’

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‘T’was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer

thought it scarcely worth his while

to waste much time on the old violin,

but held it up with a smile.

‘What am I bidden’, good folks,’ he cried,

‘Who’ll start the bidding for me?’

‘A dollar, a dollar,’ then, ‘two! Only two?

Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?’

*

‘Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;

Going for three–‘ But no,

from the room far back, a gray-haired man

came forward and picked up the bow;

Then wiping the dust from the old violin,

and tightening the loose strings,

he played a melody pure and sweet

as a caroling angel sings.

*

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,

with a voice that was quiet and low,

said: ‘What am I bid for the old violin?’

And he held it up with the bow.

‘A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?

Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?

Three thousand once, three thousand, twice,

and going, and gone,’ said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried:

‘We do not quite understand,

what changed it’s worth.’ Swift came the reply:

‘The Touch of a master’s hand.’

*

And many a man with life out of tune,

and battered and scarred with sin,

is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,

much like the old violin.

A ‘mess of pottage,’ a glass of wine;

A game–and he travels on.

He is ‘going once, and going twice,

He’s going and almost gone.’

But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd

can never quite understand

The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought

by the Touch of the Master’s Hand.

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

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The wonderful month of April is just about over and so this writer will feature a story poem in this article, using metaphors for the Kingdom of God and how sometimes we can let it slip from our lives into the background and let the noise of this world’s hub-bub crowd out the sweet worship we have for our God in our hearts. Then replacing it with the world’s glitter, and we all know that ‘everything that glitters, isn’t gold.’ So also sometimes, as the Lord Jesus used paradoxical images to describe the ‘Truth’ that is inherent within the Kingdom of God, and for those that find it, it is like searching for the ‘Pearl of great price.’ Therefore, here is the no. 29 from this series.

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

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As the National Poetry Month, i.e. April, is converging towards its closing sighs, new found loves and old embers brought to life again through the gentle ministration of warm breaths exhaled with joy, a piece offered about the holy love of the Lord Jesus Christ that He has for His church, His chosen Bride.

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

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Many times people fall into the habit of making snap judgments concerning people, places or things rather than allowing the Holy Spirit to inform us about the truth concerning a particular topic. Also, as the Scriptures attest, the adulterous woman was judged by her fellow citizens, and she was deemed worthy to die, while the Lord Jesus Christ saw the truth of the situation. He saw the irony of sinners judging other sinners and condemning them to die, while their own sins remained hidden from the view of their fellow citizens. Hence the following piece was written because this writer had the opportunity before her at one point in time to condemn someone for doing what this writer had done also, so here is no. 27 in this series.

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

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April is the time for sweet reminiscence of days gone by and days that are yet to be in which we keep our memories, neatly tucked into the pockets and folders of our thoughts. It is strange, but sometimes our physical minds betray us in that we have difficulty remembering what we ate for breakfast and yet we can remember with stunning clarity what we did twenty years ago. We often can remember conversations with loved ones that we can recall with precision. The following piece is about Alzheimer’s disease and how it takes its toll on the people we love.

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors

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As anyone can attest to this fact, your name is the sweetest thing that most people love to hear. What does a lover wish to hear from their lover? To have their lover whisper their name in their ear, thereby shouting through a whisper that they love you. To those who love the Lord God Almighty and His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, there is nothing more precious than to know that He knows you by name. If you do not have a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ, and you have not already been saved and you need to Get a Life, then click on this link and read as if it were for your very life. Then indeed, He, the Lord Jesus Christ will also call you, and you will also be able to say:

During the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.